You Want Evidence, I’ll Give You Evidence

"Dominic Toretto?"

"That’s right!"

Brian O’Conner spread his hands towards Lake. "When we returned, Dom and the others didn’t follow. They must have gone after that big truck."

Lake stared at Brian expressionlessly.

Although Brian was a bit scared he’d be locked up forever, he still met Lake’s gaze, as if trying to prove he wasn’t lying this way.

After a long moment.

Lake tapped the table.

Adam, waiting outside, pushed the door open and walked in.

Lake stood up, glanced at Brian, and walked towards the door. "Let him go."

Adam directly pulled out his keys.

A little while later.

Brian caught up from behind.

Lake, already in the car, looked at Brian tapping on his car window and rolled down the passenger window. "Speak."

Brian was a little nervous. "My identity…"

Lake’s expression was indifferent. "I’m not interested in the FBI’s messy business."

Brian: "…"

In the hotel.

As Lake opened the door, he happened to hear Mia’s voice from inside.

Was she here to plead for him?

He opened the door.

Mia stopped talking, turned her head, and looked at Lake as he walked in. "Mr. Edwin, Brian was just…"

Lake said directly, "I’ve already let him go."

Mia was stunned. "Really?"

Lake said, "He told me everything I wanted to know. Why would I keep him?"

Mia still thought Lake had let Brian go for other reasons and thanked him.

Lake said directly, "Where is Dominic?"

Rachel, sitting on the sofa, looked at Lake.

Lake directly recounted Brian’s confession and then looked at Mia. "I’m not interested in whatever game you’re playing. I’m only interested in who touched my car."

As for Brian’s confession?

That was what Brian had said. Helping Brian hide his undercover identity was a matter of principle as fellow law enforcement officers. Anything else was outside Lake’s scope of consideration.

He only chose to lie when his own secrets were involved. Otherwise, he was quite straightforward. Sometimes, too many lies required many other lies to cover them up.

Mia was stunned, and then under Rachel’s gaze, she nodded. "The night before last, Dom and Letty did say they were going out after Brian left."

Rachel frowned and looked at Mia. "Didn’t you tell Dom what I said?"

Mia opened her mouth. "I forgot."

Brian had brought the car as a peace offering to Dom the night before last, and then the two of them had been busy with the broken car for half a day. When they had a party that night, Dom went out again. Yesterday, Brian was arrested again, and she completely forgot.

Indeed, when a love-struck brain meets a genius brain, the love-struck brain dominates everything.

Lake smiled and said to Mia, "Take me to Dominic."

Rachel stood up. "I’ll go too. If you don’t say it, I will."

Seeing this, Mia could only nod.

At Toledo Auto Repair Shop.

Lake and Rachel got out of the car.

Dominic and his family walked over.

Lake looked at Rachel beside him. "You first, or me?"

Rachel said, "You first."

After all, in two days, they were going to Santa Barbara for their vacation. At this point, delaying Lake’s business felt like delaying their own.

Lake nodded. After Dominic arrived at the repair shop’s office, Lake directly said to Dominic, "Where is the car you were tracking the night before last?"

Dominic frowned. "What?"

Lake said, "You are Rachel’s family, so I will only ask this question once in a personal capacity. If you make me ask again, I will ask as a representative of the Department of Homeland Security."

Dominic crossed his arms and stared at Lake.

Lake’s expression was blank.

Five minutes later.

Lake walked out of his office, said something to Rachel, and then headed out, pulling out his phone to call Adam. "Bring SWAT, heavy firepower, and five attack helicopters to Chinatown."

The family at the repair shop listened to Lake’s domineering and undisguised words, exchanging glances before their eyes focused on Dom, who had just walked out of the office.

Their boss… when did he get to know such a big shot?

Dom stood with his arms crossed at the office door.

So cool.

So stylish.

But the next second.

Slap.

Rachel slapped Dominic directly, then pointed to the office. "Go in and talk."

The family at the repair shop: "…"

Los Angeles.

Chinatown.

Lake had never considered the Chinese people in this universe to be his people, at least, his homeland would never allow a situation like the FBI’s tolerance of the Mandarin.

Under the iron fist of justice, what was the Mandarin?

So…

Although Lake didn’t recognize the Chinese people here as his kin, he didn’t have too much of an emotional reaction to them. It was still the same saying: we don’t interfere with each other.

But not anymore.

Rumble!

Rat-a-tat-tat!

Five attack helicopters swooped in rapidly from a distance.

Two action teams from the Department of Homeland Security had already assembled under the red signs in Chinatown.

"Sir."

Adam walked over and handed Lake a fax he had received from the New York office on his way over.

A file.

Lance Nguyen, Vietnamese descent, leader of the Chinatown street racing gang.

Good heavens.

Chinatown, Chinatown, when did a Vietnamese monkey sneak in and become the leader of the Chinatown street racing gang?

What a joke.

The reason this Chinatown street racing gang didn’t appear in the information Tiffany, his assistant, provided was simple: at least on the surface, this organization wasn’t a violent criminal organization.

And…

Adam said to Lake, "Sir, Lance Nguyen’s father is the leader of Chinatown and also a City Councilor of Los Angeles."

Leader?

The father of a Vietnamese monkey is the leader of Chinatown, so, what country is this leader from?

This was getting more and more surreal.

Lake’s expression remained unchanged. He closed the file and looked at Adam. "Scared?"

Adam replied directly, "No."

Lake let out a cold laugh and dialed his assistant, Tiffany.

"Sir."

"Did you receive the information?"

"Received."

"File it."

"Yes."

Lake hung up the phone directly, scanned the Homeland agents surrounding him, and waved the file in his hand. "Lance Nguyen, suspected of smuggling during the previous nuclear test crisis, suspected of planning terrorist activities. The evidence is conclusive. Arrest him. Anyone who dares to resist, shoot directly!"

You want evidence? I’ll give you evidence.

What do you mean by Department of Homeland Security? As long as national security is threatened, I dare to arrest the President!

The Homeland agents shouted in unison, "Understood."

Adam led his subordinates, taking the lead.

Lake’s lips curved upwards.

What?

This evidence is fake.

So what if it’s fake? Wouldn’t he do it? The Continental Hotel has plenty of everything, especially services. A simple phone call, and forging a photo of this guy with the illegal immigrant boat captain would be as easy as pie.

Fake evidence can’t be used?

Then apologize.

I apologized, what more do you want?

Provided… that this guy isn’t dead. As for if he’s dead, well, he’s dead. What else can be done? If he were Chinese, Lake would be more polite. Unfortunately, he’s a Vietnamese monkey impersonating a Chinese person.

"Stop!"

"Bang!"

Adam directly used his rifle butt to knock down a lawyer who was about to yell at them to demand a search warrant.

Inside this building, which resembled a horse stable.

Some people exchanged glances.

They couldn’t let these people in.

Getting arrested was a minor issue.

Being discovered for the non-anesthetic drug processing plant inside was also fine.

But…

Most of them followed Lance Nguyen and were undocumented immigrants. If they were caught, they would lose everything.

"No!"

A certain monkey, who had just heard from his relative that there was money to be made here and had illegally immigrated from Vietnam, sternly cocked his pistol and, to his relative’s terrified expression, lunged to the side and fired a shot at the homeland agents outside.

Vietnamese monkeys were already exceptionally arrogant.

Moreover, after arriving here, this guy followed this group who, relying on their boss’s top status, were untouchable in Chinatown. He probably imagined the federal law enforcement agencies as paper tigers.

Bang!

He missed.

Adam was slightly taken aback. Someone inside fired?

Good kid.

If you hadn’t fired, we wouldn’t have had a good reason to act. But now?

"Load!"

"Fire!"

"Click, click!"

"Shields!"

"Boom boom!"

A group of homeland agents holding riot shields advanced. Then, from inside the room, the Vietnamese relative stepped out and shouted, "It was an accident, it was…"

Before he could finish.

Rat-tat-tat!

Rat-tat-tat!

The homeland agents, using the assault rifles they had specifically acquired for this operation, instantly aimed at the window and the building, unleashing a barrage of gunfire.

Ding ding ding!

Countless shell casings fell to the floor, playing a beautiful concerto.

Wooo wooo!

Numerous police cars also rushed over from the Chinatown precinct. However, the moment they got out, they were immediately stopped by homeland agents who had also been dispatched.

The Los Angeles FBI had also arrived.

Standing in the back, listening to the beautiful concerto in his ears and admiring the scenic view before him, Lake slowly opened his eyes and looked at the director of the Los Angeles Federal Office and the chief of the Chinatown precinct who walked up to him: "Gentlemen, you’re here faster than I expected."

The chief of the Chinatown precinct angrily pointed at the building being demolished by bullets and said, "Director Edwin, stop your attack. Do you know who is inside?"

Lake raised an eyebrow: "Who?"

"Councilman Nguyen’s son. This is his property."

"Wow, a councilman, I’m so scared."

Lake smiled and then, with a stern expression, said to the precinct chief, "I thought he was the Mayor of Los Angeles. But even if he were the mayor, if he committed a crime, I would still arrest him."

"Crime?" the precinct chief said in a deep voice, "Where’s the evidence?"

Lake shook his head, "You’re not qualified yet!"

The nuclear test that almost happened on home soil last time was a dream collaboration between the top law enforcement agencies GHS, FBI, and CIA, with the secret enforcement agency S.H.I.E.L.D. providing full support.

Upon hearing this, the precinct chief almost choked.

Lake, still smiling at the precinct chief, spoke directly into his earpiece to Adam, "Resolve this in three minutes. Anyone who resists, kill them without mercy. If anything happens, I’ll take responsibility!"

"Yes!"

"…"